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ORIGINAL VARIOUS READINGS.
N the Library of Trinity College Cambridge, is a thin folio ma
nuscript, marked MISCELL, R.ii.49. It is fplendidly bound, and to the inside of one of the covers is pafted a paper with this inscription.“ Membra haec eruditissimi et pene divini poetæ olim misere
disjecta et paffim sparsa, poftea vero fortuito inventa, et in unum “ denuo collecta a CAROLO Mason cjusdem Collegii Socio, et inter
Miscellanea reposita, ea qua decuit religione conservare voluit Tho.
MAS CLARKE, nuperrime hujusce Collegii nunc vero Medii Tem“pli Londini Socius, 1736.” Doctor Mason, abovementioned, who was also Woodwardian profeffor at Cambridge“, found these papers among other old and neglected manuscripts belonging to Sir Henry Newton Puckering, a considerable benefactor to the Library. Beside plans of PARADISE Lost, and sketches and subjects for poetry, all in Milton's own hand, they contain entire copies of many of our author's smaller poems, in the same hand, except in a few instances, exhibiting his first thoughts and expressions, and most commonly his own corrections of them according to the present text. All these variations, but imperfectly and incorrectly printed by Birch, are here given, with other notices, from a more minute and careful examination of the manuscript.
LYCIDAS. fol. 30-34.
V. 10. Who would not fing for Lycidas, he well knew.
V. 22. To bid faire Peace be to my fable shroud.
V. 26. Under the glimmering eye-lids of the morne.
V. 30. Oft till the even.ftarre bright
Toward heaven's descent had soapt his burnisht wheel.
V. 47. Or frost to Howres that their gay buttous wear.
V.53. Where tbe old bards the famous Druids lie.
a He died Dec. 18, 1770. Aged 72.
b He had so great an affection for this college, in which he had been educated, that in
his eightieth year he desired to be readmitted: and residing there a whole summer, pre-
sented to the new library, just then finished, his own collection of books, amounting to
near four thousand volumes. He was son of fir Adam Newton, tutor to Prince Henry, and
many papers written by that prince, or relating to him, are involved in the collection, Sir
Henry took the name of Puckering in remembrance of his uncle fir Thomas Puckering of
Warwickshire, a learned and accomplished man, brother in law to Gir Adam Newton, Ton
of lord Keeper Puckering, a companion of the studies of prince Henry. Many of the
books were presents to the prince from authors or editors, lu Dr. Duport's Hor: SUB-
SECIV Æ, a poem is addressed to this preserver of Milton's Manuscripts, Ad D. Henricum
Puckeringum, alias Newtonum, Equitem baronetium. Cantabr. 1676. 8vo. pp. 222. 223.
This fir Henry had a son, pupil to' Dr. Duport at Trinity college, but who died before
• Beaumont and Fletcher, The Two NOBLE KINSMEN, A. iii, S. i. vol. X. p.49.
O queen Emilia,
Fresher than May, sweeter
Than her gold BUTTONS on the boughs,
V. 58. What could the golden-hayr'd Calliope
For her inchaunting son,
When pre bebeld, the gods far-higbted bee,
His goarie scalpe rowle downe the Thracian lee.
Where goary, with the substitution of visage for scalpe, was a correction
from divine visage.
V.69. Hid in the tangles of Neæra's haire.
V. 85. Oh fountain Arethuse, and thou mooth flood,
Soft-Niding Mincius. -
Smooth is then altered to fam'd, and next, to bonor'd. And soft-liding
to smooth sliding
V. 105. Scraud ore with figures dim.
Inwrougbt is marginal.
V. 129. Daily devours apace, and little fed.
Norbing is expunged.
V. 138. On whose fresh lap the swart star fintly looks.
At first sparely, as at present.
V. 139. Bring hither all your quaint enameld eyes.
V. 142. Bring the rathe primrose that unwedded dies,
Colouring the pale cheek of uninjoy'd love ;
And that fad floure that Atrove
To write bis own woes on ibe vermeil graine :
Next adde Narcissus that ftill weeps in vaine ;
The woodbine, and the pancie freakt with jet,
The glowing violet,
The cowslip wan that bangs his penfive head,
And every bud that forrow's liverie weares,
Let daffadillies fill their cups with teares,
Bid amaranthus all his beautie shed.
Here also well-attir'd woodbine appears as at present, altered from garis
columbine : and fad embroidery, an alteration of fad el cocheon, instead of
V. 153. Let our fad thoughts dally with false surmise.
V. 154. Ay mee, whilst thee the floods and founding seas.
V. 157. Where thou perhaps under the humming tide.
V.160. Sleep'r by the fable of Corineus old.
But Bellerus is a correction.
V. 176. Lifening the unexpresive nuptial song,
In Milton's own hand.
I add all the manuscript readings of LYCIDAS, retained in the Cam. bridge edition 1638, but afterwards rejected.
V. 26. glimmering. V.30. ev'n farre. V.31. burnift. V.53. "The “old bards” V. 69. “ Hid in the tangles.” V.157. bumming. V.129. « Little faid." Shakespeare, HAML, A.i. S. iji,
The canker galls the infants of the spring
Too oft before their BUTTONS be disclos'do Browne, Brit. Past. B. ii. S. iii. p. 61. edit. 1616.
Flora's choise BUTTONS of a ruliet dye. See Note on LYCID, 1,45.
ARCADES. fol. 1. 2. 3.
Tit. “ Parte of a maske, or Entertainment, &c."
V. 10. Now seems guiltie of abuse
And detraction from her praise,
Less than halfe fe tatb expreft :
Envie bid ber hide the rest.
V. 18. Scated like a goddess bright,
V.23. Ceres dares not give her ods;
Who would have thought this clime had held.
V.41. Those virtues which dull fame hath left untold.
V. 44. For know, by lot from Jove I bave the power.
V. 47. In ringlets quaint.
V. 49. Of noisome winds, or blasting vapours chill.
V. 50. And from the leaves brulh off the evil dew.
V.62. Hath chair'd mortalitie, then listen I.
In Milton's own hand.
COM U s. fol. 13—29.
STAGE-DIRECTION. “A guardian Spirit or demon" (enters.)
Atfer v.4, “ In regions mild, &c,” These lines are inserted, but crossed.
Amidst thi Hesperian gardens, or whafe banks
Bedew'd with neitar and celeftiall fongs,
Eternall rojes grow, and byacinth,
And fruits of golden rind, on whose faire trs
The featie-barnefit dragon ever keeps
His uninchanted eye ; around the verge
And Sacred limits of this blisfull ifle,
The jealous ocean, ibat old river, windes
His farre extended armes, till with steepe fall
Halfe his wast flood the wild Atlantique fills,
And balfe the Row unfadom'd fygian poole.
But soft, I was not sent to court your wonder
Witb difiant worlds, and Arange removed climes.
Yet thence I come, and oft from tbence bebold.
V. 5. Tbe smoake and stir of this dim narrow spot.
After v.7, “Strive to keep up, &c,” this line was inserted, but crossed.
Beyond the written date of mortall change.
V. 14. That Mews the palace of æternity.
V. 18. But to my buifneffe now. Neptune wbose fway.
V. 21. The rule and title of each fea-girt isie.
V. 28. The greateft and the beft of all bis empire.
V. 45. By old or modern bard, in hall or bowre.
V. 58. Whom therefore the brought up and nam'd bim Comus,
V. 62. And in thick covert of black shade imbowrid.
Excells his mother at her potent art.
Covert is written first, then shelter.
V.67. For molt doc taste through wake intemperate thirft.
V.72. All other parts remaining as before.
V. 90. Neerest and likeliest 10 give præfent aide.
V.92. Of virgin steps. I must be viewlesse now.
Virgin is expunged for hatefull.
STAGE-DIRECTION. “Goes out. --Comus enters with a charming rod
and glasse of liquor, with his rout all headed like some wild beasts; “thire garments, some like men's and some like women's. They come
“ on in a wild and antick fabion. Intrant KwucSaytis."
V.97. In the steepe Tartarian streame.
V.99. Shoots against the northern pole.
Dusky is a marginal correction.
v. 108. And quick Law coith her fcrupulous head.
V. 114. Lead with swift round the months and years.
V. 117. And on the yellow fands and shelves.
Yellow is altered to tawny.
V. 122. Night has better sweets to prove.
V. 133. And makes a blot of nature.
And throws a blot ore all the aire.
V. 134. Stay thy polisht ebon chaire
Wherein thou rid'st with Hecate,
And favour our clofe jocondrie.
Till all thy dues bee done, and nought lest out.
V. 144. With a light and frolic round.
STAGE-DIRECTION. “The measure, in a wild, rude, and wanton antick,"
V. 145. Breake off, breake off, I bear the different pace
of some chafte footing neere about this ground;
Some virgin sure benighted in these woods,
For so I can diftinguish by myne art.
Run to your shrouds within these braks and trees,
Our number may affright.
This disposition is reduced to the present context: then follows a
STAGE-DIRECTION. “ They all scatter."
Now to my trains,
And to my mother's charmes.
-Thus I hurle
My powder'd spells into the spungie air,
Of power to cheat the eye with Neigbe illusion,
And give it false præsentments, else the place.
And blind is written for Neight.
V. 164. And hugge him into nets.
If my ear be true.
V. 175. When for their teeming flocks, and garners full.
V. 181. In the blind alleys of this arched wood.
V. 190. Rose from the hindmost wheeles of Phæbus' chaire.
V. 193. They had ingag'd thire youthly iteps too farre
To the foone-parting light, and envious darkness
Had stolne them from me.
V. 199. With everlasting oyle to give thire light.
V. 208. And ayrie tvungs that lure night-wanderers.
V. 214. Thou Aittering angel girt with golden wings,
And thou unspotted forme of chattity,
I see ye visibly, and while I Jee gee,
This duskse holive is a paradije,
And heaven gates ore ing head: now I beleeve.
V. 219. Would send a glistering cherab, if need were.
V.231. Within thy ayric cell.
Cell is in the margin.
Before Comus speaks, at v. 244, is this STAGE-DIRECTION,
ci Camas “ lookes in and speaks. V.
. 252. Of darknesse till she finiid. V. 257
- Scylla would weepe,
Chiding her barking waves into attention.
V. 268. Liv'd here with Pan and Sylvan.
V. 270. To touch the prospering growth of this call wood,
V. 279. Could that divide you from thire ushering bands.
V. 286. They left me wearied on a grallic turf.
V. 304. To help you find them out.
V.310. Without sure Reerage of well-practiz'd feet.
V. 312. Dingle or bushie dell of this wide wood.
V. 316. Within these shroudie limits.
V.321. Till further quest be made.
Square this tryal.
After v. 330, STAGE-DIRECTION. " Exeunt. -The two brothers Enter."
V. 340. With a long-levellid rule of streaming light.
V. 349. In this sad dungeon of innumerous boughs,
V.352. From the chill dew, in this dead folitude >
Perhaps some cold banke is her boulster now,
Or 'gainst the rugged barke of some broad elme
She leanes her thoughtfull head muling at our unkindneffe :
Or lojt in wild amazement and affright,
So fires, as did forjaken Proserpine,
When the big wallowing flakes of pitchie clouds
And darknesje wound bir in.
1 Br. Peace, brother, peace. I do not think my fifter, &c. Dead solitude is also surrounding ruild. Some of the additional lines (v.350.-366.) are on a separate flip of paper. V. 362.
The date of griet.
V. 371. Could stirre the flable mood of her calme thoughts.
V.384. Walks in black vapours, though the noon-tide brand
Blaze in the fummer-folftice.
V. 390. For who would rob a hermit of his beads,
His books, or his haire gowne, or maple-dish?
Bid me think.
V. 403. Uninjur'd in this vast and bidesus wild,